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My Name Is Marc, My Emotional Life Is Sensitive And My Purse Is Empty, But They Say I Have Talent.

I Work In Whatever Medium Likes Me At The Moment.

I Am Out To Introduce A Psychic Shock Into My Painting, One That Is Always Motivated By Pictorial Reasoning: That Is To Say, A Fourth Dimension.

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.

I've Always Painted Pictures In Which Human Love Floods My Colors.